Like the red glow of the sun
Just before twilight
My dream was lost
In the sky of emptiness
And my heart began to pulsate
Like the silent cry of sorrow.
My eyes wake day and night
And tears roll down
Silently and secretly.
My heart is helpless
Like an innocent convict
Chained in a lone cell.
Sometimes my nerves stop
To work and then I feel
As if I am between
Living and non-living thing
As a virus survives
Before attacking beings.
Not for a single hour
Not for a single day,
Not for a single month,
I've been waiting for a year
Expecting my lost dream
Coming back to me again.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.3.
Copyrights@December25,2014(3: 00am) .
What a beautiful poem it is! Thrilling expression. The last stanza is most attractive and meaningful. Let me read it again, ...Not for a single day, Not for a single month, I've been waiting for a year Expecting my lost dream Coming back to me again On the Christmas Day.
Last dream, written with good imagination. Nice thought.
Like an innocent convict/Chained in a lone cell. Two excellent lines in a poem that is full of vivid dreamy images. Worthy of the Big 10!
Thank you so much dear poet for your generous words on my poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully conceived meaningful poem. Sad yet full of hope ending on positive note. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much dear poet... you are invited to read my other poems..